seasonal suck and party invitation(s)

[glaucon]

hey, it's misery season here in seattle.
the desperate search for reasons to stay alive until may begins around now.

poor elliott smith apparently couldn't find very many. he stabbed himself in the chest and that's not funny. damn. what a heavy way to off oneself. I've personally always felt that drowning or jumping off something very tall would be the best option, but freakin' hari-kari...that's just hardcore. I just hope that poor elliott's shuffling off of the feral coil doesn't push sam coomes over the edge. he was looking so scraggly and miserable at quasi's bumbershoot show that I half-expected him to cap himself on stage as an encore. instead, he told the audience to fuck off and then ground his cock against his keyboard (hot organ on organ action! really pushing in all the stops!) for a ten minute meaningless noise exploration instead. I've seen him pull that kind of routine before, but only for a minute or so at a time and never with such rage and despair. the audience didn't care for this and, as much as I love the band, neither did I. I felt embarassed. I felt as if I'd brought my finacee home to meet my folks only to have dad get drunk and piss himself while mom baked a bundt cake.

ah, urine and bundt cake. they go together like a horse and a tablespoon full of rusted 16-penny nails.

anyway...I don't know how it is for the rest of seattle, but I'm digging out the saint johns wort and digging in for a long slow bummer of a half-year. thank god I have a lot to read...and that season 4 of babylon 5 and season 3 of queer as folk are due out on dvd soon. ow. too many numbers in that sentence.

and thank god for all the big social events coming up, which is why I initially started writing this post. so...social events:

--I'm having a birthday party this weekend. it's actually a joint three-way birthday party for me, elsner and twocrows. we're operating under the assumption that if joints are fun, parties are fun, and three-ways are fun, that a joint, three-way party must be extremely amazingly fun. we shall see. fossefox is going to be out of town for her birthday, so it's sort of going to be a wingding for her too. anyone out there in lj land who wants to attend or phone in their well (or ill) wishes for any of the three or four of us should drop me a note.

--I'm hosting thanksgiving dinner again, after taking a year off. I'll post a more thorough invitation in a week or two, but anyone who is going to be stuck in town for thanksgiving (or who feels like flying in) is more than welcome to attend. location TBA.

--I'm going to be in NYC on December 20 and in philadelphia on December 21. anyone who wants to meet up in either location for dinner, museuming, shopping and an evening of horrible depravity should get in touch. I'll be doing all of the above regardless, so don't fret about planning ahead if that's not your bag.

now back to your regularly scheduled silence.

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[glaucon.livejournal.com]

I'll talk to you about it at charlie's tonight.

thanksgiving dinner will start at around 1 or 2, but dinner won't hit the table until 5 or 6, so please attend. more discussion on planning closer to the date.

and yes, twocrows is becca.